Lucy

All I see is me inside those things you don't need
Like small talk with your father
Gonna be 5 Hail Marys
I could walk you home you won't see Lucy with me
He sits there on my shoulder whispering things I don't need

You remind me of the good things
Shooting smiles with your big hoop earrings
Baby they gotta touch the shoulder
And you treat those lips like you a stockholder

And Michael Moore ain't coming but I am
At 3:33 in the morning sugar
And all you got to say is you shoulda woulda coulda
Me myself and I
We loved you on the tv
And Lucy's still on your shoulder